Tumney abhi kaha ki, tumhari mummy tumhare sath aakar? Iska kya matlab hua. Tum log abhi bhi sath nahate ho kya?Ashmita: Ji uncle. Meri mummy abhi bhi...mujhe nilha deti hain. Aur kabhi kabhi papa bhi bathroom main ghus jate hain. Aur hum teeno maze se nahate hain. Hehe but kabhi kabhi thodi sharam aa jaati hai.Yeh baat keh kar Ashmita thoda sharma gayi. Lekin shayad Ashmita ke liya yeh bohot normal hoga. Shayad koi bhi iss baat ko sunta to soch main padh jata. Jaise iss samay uncle bhi soch main. I picked up my mug and then turned around and leaned on the counter. I thought about Alexandra and Gabriel. For as long as I can remember, and a lot longer than that, they’ve taken care of me. They’ve behaved like any of the parents of my friends. They celebrated my birthday and holidays over the years. They had come to sporting games, and we had gone on vacations as well. They were also supportive when I decided not to go to college right away, though recent revelations have me questioning. “I need to screen up or I’ll be a lobster in ten minutes flat.” At times like these I envied Rupali’s brown skin; my milky complexion required SPF30+ even in winter sunshine. I watched Spike ran after Rupali and then screened my face, shoulders, arms, and the tops of my breasts; the rest could wait until I got out of the water. I ran down the beach and found them just out beyond the breaking waves, bobbing with each swell as it passed. The tide was in and it got deep quickly; I was still. I hope it serves as an adequate introduction story. I don't writemuch, or often-so if you like it, I'm sorry there won't be scads moreand if you hate it then congratulations, you shan't be plagued withlarge amounts of literary dross.Mirror Site: A Father's LoveBy Shadoe1It was another small town. Non-descript Americana at it's best. An icecream parlor, a 5 and 10 store, big yellow school buses running to thethree small schools, and a Mom and Pop sort of a grocery store. No SuperWal-Mart here.